North of the Central Plains, the Ancient Desolate Region.
This was a primitive, savage land. To the vast majority of living beings on the Dou Qi Continent, it was a death zone, a forbidden area.
In midair, Wei Yang strolled forward with his hands clasped behind his back.
Thinking back, when the Bodhi Ancient Tree had emerged, he had only recently entered the Half-Saint realm.
Now, in the blink of an eye, several decades had passed. This place looked much the same as it had back then, with no major changes, while he himself had nearly reached the pinnacle of the Great Thousand World.
This time, he had returned to the Dou Qi Continent for almost a month.
During this time, aside from spending time with his family, he had gathered with some friends or told Zhu Kun, Xiao Xuan, and the others about the Great Thousand World.
Having stayed this long, it was about time to return to the Great Thousand World.
For Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, the Dou Qi Continent now imposed far too great a sense of restraint. It was like being trapped in a cramped cage all day, as though even turning around was difficult.
Like a dragon swimming in shallow waters, or a flood dragon trapped in a pond—simply put, nothing felt right.
Although the Dou Qi Continent was gradually recovering, its upper limit was still too low, and its overall capacity was far too fragile.
Thus, by instinct, it rejected anything beyond its control.
While the two remained on the Dou Qi Continent, they had to move cautiously at all times, afraid that a slightly excessive movement might cause the entire continent to collapse.
Wei Yang had naturally come to the Ancient Desolate Region for the Bodhi Ancient Tree.
As he continued onward,